Kinbaku is intimate.
An act of trust, a line of communication, an art, a dance. It is full of desire, release, power, and expression.
With every person, with every interaction, a new formation.
It is physically straining, and mentally rich.
It brings forth a vulnerability that cannot be avoided.
Kinbaku can be the mother you have always wanted, or the daemon you have always feared.
It can offer a place of peace and salvation,
and suffering.
And joy. And beauty. And togetherness.
There is no space for thought, only reaction.
A moment feeling free of time.
A sudden lust, a sudden death.
An overwhelming articulation of what was there.
Between us.
Before it was over.